Betraying one’s city was an extremely serious matter in the Qing Yun Realm. To accuse someone who had risked their life for their city’s glory of such an act was considered the greatest insult.
But as Ming Yi listened, she surprisingly didn’t get angry. The arrow in her shoulder bone was poisoned, numbing half her body. She sat down and said softly, “Wei Changsheng, I taught you your archery skills.”
Her calm voice carried on the wind of Feihua City to the ears of those opposite.
Wei Changsheng paused, then exploded in anger: “So what? Your skills were given to you by Chaoyang City. At least I haven’t betrayed my city! Unlike you, who faked your death and abandoned Chaoyang’s honor, now actually helping outsiders against us!”
When he spoke his first sentence, the Mu Xing City group froze like statues. As he continued, confirming he hadn’t mistaken her identity, Qin Shangwu stiffly turned his neck, looking at Ming Yi in shock.
He had spent hundreds of thousands of bei to get Ming Xian, of all people, to train with them.
This was ridiculous. The seven-time champion of the Six Cities Tournament, the direct descendant of the Ming family of Chaoyang City, whose challenge letters could sell for thousands of gold taels – risking her life for his mere hundreds of thousands of bei?
He wanted to slap himself to check if he was dreaming, but he was so shocked his hands were numb and he couldn’t lift them.
Luo Jiaoyang and the others, who hadn’t participated in the Six Cities Tournament before, were less shocked by this revelation. They quickly recovered and moved to help Ming Yi remove the arrow, but Ji Bozai’s barrier shield blocked them completely, preventing even them from getting close.
As Wei Changsheng was about to speak again, he was suddenly slapped across the face with Ji Bozai’s Yuan power.
There was a crisp sound. His pupils constricted, and he glared at Ji Bozai in disbelief: “What are you doing?”
In duels between fighters, they usually aimed for vital points. Slapping someone’s face was extremely insulting.
Ji Bozai said nothing. His black dragon coiled tightly around Wei Changsheng’s body, its tail whipping around to deliver another slap – smack!
Wei Changsheng was furious but helpless. Ji Bozai’s Yuan power was far superior to theirs. Having lost, they could only submit to his treatment. But he wasn’t willing to give in, and turned to curse at Ming Yi: “What wrong has Chaoyang City ever done to you, you ungrateful wretch, you white-eyed wolf! Ptui!”
“Smack!”
He received a slap for every sentence he uttered. Despite this, he kept on talking, showing the depth of his resentment.
Ji Bozai listened expressionlessly, gesturing for Luo Jiaoyang and the others to deal with King Yong.
He turned and walked back to Ming Yi’s side.
Ming Yi didn’t ask him to release Wei Changsheng, just quietly listened to his curses while allowing Ji Bozai to remove the arrow and apply antidote powder.
His bandaging was very gentle this time, so much so that Chu He frowned repeatedly: “Not that I want to nitpick, but isn’t this difference a bit too stark?”
Ji Bozai ignored him. After finishing the bandaging, he crouched down in front of Ming Yi: “Get on.”
Without hesitation, Ming Yi jumped onto his back.
At the front, King Yong was still resisting. Although these people had ordinary Yuan power, their coordination was excellent, managing to hold off Luo Jiaoyang, Chu He, and Fan Yao.
She looked at Wei Changsheng, who was still cursing, and suddenly spoke: “You’ve followed me for so many years, you should know that what I hate most is being wrongly accused.”
Wei Changsheng was stunned, then glared at her fiercely: “Which of my words wrongly accused you?!”
“Before this sudden ambush, I owed Chaoyang City nothing. One could say Chaoyang City owed me justice,” Ming Yi calmly returned his gaze. “I didn’t settle scores with Chaoyang because I couldn’t be bothered.”
“But today, you shot and wounded me first, then accused me of turning against you. So now I want to show you what it looks like when I turn against you, and whether you’d have any chance of survival.”
Ming Yi curved her eyes, smiling gently: “I’ve held every title there is. Only this title of city traitor is new. If you want to give it to me, I’ll take it.”
With that, she focused on Zhou Qin, who was still fighting ahead.
Zhou Qin was similar to Fan Yao – strong but not very agile. Taking out Star River Sunset, Ming Yi easily predicted his dodging direction and shot a needle into the back of his neck.
Before Zhou Qin could even look at her, he was eliminated by the Realm of Darkness.
Beside him, Zhu Wu immediately thickened the shield on the back of his neck. But Ming Yi’s next wave of Yuan power directly flipped him over. Working in tandem with Luo Jiaoyang, she struck ten consecutive blows, exploiting the weakness in his lower body stance, pressing him into the flower-filled mud, shattering his shield, and eliminating him.
Ming Yi aimed Star River Sunset at the bound Wei Changsheng: “You were able to wound me because you know me well. I can also kill you because I know you well.”
A chill ran down Wei Changsheng’s spine, and he tightly furrowed his brow.
In the distance, only King Yong Ming Xin remained. Coming to such a place for the first time, he had been full of ambition but didn’t expect to be completely routed upon encountering Ji Bozai and Ming Yi.
He thought angrily that Shan Er was right; he had been soft-hearted earlier.
These two people’s strengths far exceeded that of other cities. If they weren’t eliminated, Mu Xing City would dominate them, never giving them a chance to rise.
Gritting his teeth, Ming Xin suddenly smiled: “Sister has been missing for so long without sending any word to the Empress Dowager. I wonder what expression the Empress Dowager would have if she knew you were still alive, and had become a woman mixing with Mu Xing City?”
The Empress Dowager’s expression wasn’t important. What mattered was that if the news of her being female was exposed, the entire imperial clan would be in jeopardy. They were all her blood relatives after all.
Ming Xin smiled at her, thinking he had grasped her weakness. However, the person opposite him looked completely indifferent, as if he had merely commented on the strong wind tonight.
“His Yuan power foundation is weak. No need for any fancy techniques, just knock him out directly,” she said to Ji Bozai.
Ji Bozai complied, sending Ming Xin into the elimination realm with a single palm strike.
Wei Changsheng looked at Ming Yi with a complex expression. After a long while, he said: “You used to be proud, upright, kind, and filial. I never imagined you’d become someone without even basic humanity. Disregarding your city, disregarding your family – someone like you should have just died back then.”
“I have no city, and no family,” Ming Yi said flatly. “As for when I’ll die – say another word, and I’ll make sure you die before me.”
Star River Sunset aimed at his forehead. No one would think she was joking.
Wei Changsheng hatefully closed his mouth. The black dragon’s tail struck the back of his neck, finally eliminating him as well.
The surroundings quieted down, the atmosphere somewhat strange.
Ming Yi glanced at the people behind her, belatedly feeling a bit at a loss. She had kept her identity secret for so long, and revealing it this way was quite difficult for others to accept. How should she explain to them?
“Um…” she tried to start, “I’m not a spy, and I didn’t come here to participate in the Six Cities Tournament again. I just came for the money…”
“You’re amazing!” Before she could finish, Luo Jiaoyang seemed to come back to his senses and excitedly rushed over. He wanted to hug Ming Yi but froze under Ji Bozai’s cold stare. He withdrew his hand and continued excitedly, “I never knew there could be such an incredible woman in this world! My eyes have truly been opened!”